Saturday, March 17, 2012

The other day, media blogger Jim Romenesko wondered whether
this
was the “Best Washington Post
Correction Ever.” It might have been one of them. It noted, in confused
language and without apologizing for it, that the paper had run a
story about a Catholic priest’s denying communion to a Maryland woman at her mother’s
funeral because of her sexual orientation, and had accompanied the story with a
picture of the wrong lesbian.

This raised a question for Talmudists,
Aristotelians, and Marxists:
Could two gay ladies, looking exactly
alike, wearing exactly the same glasses, living in exactly the same state, and bearing
exactly the same name, be seen, metaphysically speaking, as the same
lesbian?

We know now, thanks to Mr. Romenesko again,
that the Post is vastly more
philosophically perplexed than that first correction might have suggested. For the misidentified party of the
first part turns out not actually to have been the misidentified party of the second part, but rather an altogether different misidentified party of the third part, and here, in case there’s any confusion, is the Post’s second correction:

Sarah E. Reece, director of the
Academy for Leadership and Action of the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force,
was misidentified as Barbara Johnson in a photo caption that appeared with a
March 15 Metro article. She was identified as a different Barbara Johnson in a
March 16 correction of that photo caption.

The priest has since been punished
by the Archdiocese of Washington. But where is the Post’s
own higher authority, ombudsman Patrick Pexton? He has yet to issue a mea culpa, or better yet a series of
them, to the LGBT community and the world at large, begging pardon for the newspaper’s extreme
insensitivity to issues both gay and gender, suggesting his colleagues undergo some aggressive
diversity (re)training, and promising that, to his
perspicacious eyes at least, all lesbians do not look alike.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

. . . to rabbet
a trough he’s rabbetedbefore—the
“Greater Israel lobby” (and Bad
Rachel). Sad for the forces of leftist argumentation, their most gifted
practitioner has lost his edge. The once sharp and clever Sullivan instrument
has been blunted by four years of non-stop rutting in Sarah Palin’s uterus; he’s
now using the New Yorker’s Connie
Bruck—a dull tool indeed—(and her like) to do his plodding
for him.

Still, he remains a source of fun for us Likudnik-apartheid-loving-Israel-Firster-genocidal
fanatics, which is not nothing.